gang war

[master of the puppets]

NO, capital letters ARE THE DEVIL

[AntiochusIII]

NO, capital letters ARE THE DEVIL

It Is UnForTuNate That I Must InForm You That You Are Wrong In This Point, Good Sir. I Am The Real DeVil, An Anti-Christ, EneMy Of AlLah, And The DisGrace To The BudDha.

I Also Likes To CoVer My Face With A Black...HelMet, And Throw PeoPle ARound With My PoWer.

[Monk]

master of the puppets, you should really use capital letters imho. A , or . are sometimes easy to overlook when you scan through something. Adding capital letters not only helps in reading through it, it's correct grammar.

you should also use spellcheck

[master of the puppets]

I had never been one for mercy and that night was no different. With all speed i picked my sword and pursued him into the blackness. The warm june night was punctuated by the sound of car horns, yells, and screeching of tires.

Once upon the streets i pressed by blade close to me and slid it into the depths of my leather jacket so as to elude the eyes of the roving peoples. Late night parties ended every minute and more people were injected into the streets, most innocent walking home to a nights sleep. But still as i stalked down the roads the sound of the whores and dealers of drugs praising there wares made it evident that this part of town was fast going to hell.

Walking down the streets it was no uncommon site to see blood so all that was neccesary to find the intruder was follow the trail of ever-present blood and ask isolated questions. It was not long before the trail led me to a house.

The dulling chipping paint had once been blue but now was an ugly grey. The windows were all broken and boarded up, the front door had crisscrossing steel bars making even more apparent the deterioration of the neighborhood.

I knocked twice upon the door and there was no answer. I waited a moment in the dark, then i slammed my fist twice more onto the door rattling the frame. It came open, slowly guided by the hand of another gang member, his dark face peered out of the crack.

He asked "was' up, you need a hookup?" he was talking about drugs. I did not answer his question but merely stated "give him to me". the dark face of the gangmember remained still and then he said "you done this to my brother?"

My eyes locked with his, "yes i did, and i wish to make amends." The door was thrown open and the gang member yelled "i got your amends right here" he leveled his pistol point blank at me.

I lurched forward and caught his wrist, before he could react i kneed him in the stomach. As he keeled over my sword came free, the hilt cracked into his jaw and he went down. my heavy boot slammed onto his wrist, i then bent over and wrenched the pistol from his fingers. he moaned threw the rivulet of blood pouring from his broken jaw, i pitiously looked down at him. i kicked him in the face throwing his entire body an inch and breaking his nose, he passed out, the weakling.

I looked down the hall and began walking, slowly. 'CLUMP...CLUMP...CLUMP' upon the wooden floor. I heard a strained moan from the room to the left "keenan?" it whined. I turned to corner and there sitting upon the couch attempting to halt the bleeding was the intruder.

His eyes looked fearfully at the cruel figure walking towards him. when i stood before his cradled mass, he began to shake. I planted my hand next to his head and bend over to look into his eyes, they held much fear. and slowly i whispered into his ear "tell me, how many have you slain"

He spoke quickly and muddled "i didn't kill nuthin, i is innocent i..." i gave him a savage cuff across the face "THE TRUTH" i screamed into his face. "two, a whore and some south side negro" he confessed, crying now.

"do you remorse for them" i crooned

"I...theys nuthin, i don't care bought them" he said and i slid the blade of my sword between his ribs. He gasped and choked, i yanked the sword from his living flesh and stood. i looked unto his anguished features once more then turned and walked away, he would bleed out and die in the next few minutes.

i would not have killed him had it not been for those he had killed, an eye for an eye. as i walked through the doorway out into the dark again i only stopped to thrust the sword into the other gang members throat, what can i say, war breeds brutality. i shut the door and walked once moire into the darkness.

I had an idea that this would have repercussions but i had no idea the magnitude of those two deaths would give.

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[Shadow]

I kind of like this

[master of the puppets]

4 gang members of the imfamous "drags' gang assaulted the home yesterday in a brutal attack. police have deduced that the attack was cause over a drug dispute. the gang members rush in and opened fire 5 people were killed in the raid. 1 of the "drags" and 2 opposing gang members, 1 innocent and 3 year old daughter were hit in the crossfire, both were killed. the families of the deceased plead to the public to give any imforma..."

i shut off the television in disgust, i hated the world at the moment. there was no honor in the world, it had died with the cold war, or so i think. before that time men were men, warriors, even (grudgingly so) the enemies of our nation. not today though, today war is conducted from 600 yards away and the enemy won't dare face you but slink back to there shit hole to hide behind women and children. our very own streets are plauged by scum no better than those across the sea.

the quarrel and whore and use drugs while slinking away from any who could challenge them.

i grabbed my leather jacket off the wrack and draped it over my shoulders. i open the door. "where you goin?" asked bill who was sitting at the table cutting holes in the wall with a combat knife. "out" i said, "want me to come with? i know this great bar in..." "alchohol clouds the mind" i scolded, and walked out the door.

It was a sunny warm day, the sun was shinning down upon the sidewalk. i don't know why i even decided to take the jacket, i guess i hated feeling vulnerable. the palm trees swayed in the wind as i swerved threw the throngs of people, from every other person i seemed to get an odd look. oh well, it happens as i am an odd person.

A hundred thousand times had asked myself why i was plopped into this time. since childhood i have been fascinated with history but the greatest of which was ancient egypt, lakedameon (sparta), and the illustrious rome. i am captivated by all i can learn of these people. maybe i was them in past lives? i hope so.

I had had dreams too. one was i was flying only a few feet over the burning sands of what had to be egypt at almost superhuman speed. drums beating in my ears and suddenly there was screaming, i was screaming yelling battle cries. i was in a fray, faceless people hacking screaming yelling all around me and i myself was a maelstrom, tearing all enemies who approached me.

another was that i was staring at corinthian helmet, those cold emotionless eyes. and i was draped with armor, staring out from those eyes, there was a xiphos in my fist and a hoplon. and a wave purple and gold, 50 feet tall filling the entire valley where i stood. i felt no fear, only defiance the wave struck and i pushed back trying to gain purchase in the blood and gore infested earth. i was holding and my foes were dying before me and when a hail of arrows cut into my body and i died, i could not help but laugh.

I was standing on a green hill over looking thousands of ranks of soldiers, i could see no faces or symbols, all those men were blurs but i, i myself was clear as day. i was speaking, though i had no idea what i was saying, every time i paused the legions would raise there arms and cheer and when the speech came to an end i raised my gladius high over the men. and suddenly it was dripping with blood, there was fire, and screaming, and once more i was fighting, laughing, laughing as i cut down my enemies. i woke up sweating, and gripped with a strange delight, i was only 11.

i looked up and realized i was in a 7-11, another daydream had ripped me from reality and set my body to wander freely. why i had come to the store i had no idea but as long as i was here... i grabbed a bag of doritos and walked up to the counter. I payed for the chips and walked out as i did i strode past a group of teenagers all chatting with there heads close together.

i caught a small tidbit of the conversation "...shot in the leg" said one "but he got the stuff?" asked another "yep" said the last "plus two dead". i stopped dead in my tracks, but realizing my error i turned around and pulled a quarter from my pocket. i stalled in front of a row of newspaper machines, i tried to look inconspicuous as i attempted to catch more of the conversation.

I learned very little but soon they dispersed. two went one way and another went down an alley. i followed the one until we went down one more alley that was completely deserted. i stayed behind him waited until he was halfway threw the alley before i turned the corner. i stalked forward, closer, closer, and soon i was in range. ten feet behind him i drew a lethal throwing knife from my sleeve. with grim accuracy i hurled it and it imbedded itself in the meaty calf of the teenager. he yelped and fell to the ground, before he knew what was happening i was upon him. i grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into a brick wall, i brutally kneed him in the gut. as he gasped for brweath i gave him the once over, commandeering his switchblade and gun. i put each one in my pocket and drew my blade, not the small one that was still in his leg but a 8 inch beauty meant to revel in the fleash of enemies.

i laid the cold steel against his throat and as he began to stutter i said in a cool calm voice "tell me where is the one who was shot in the leg, the one who got back the drugs. the youth stuttered even more but then said "i-i-i h-he is downn t-town in in in th uh-uh-uh the-the motel six. i dunno the room but p-please don't kill me"

i stood up and dragged him to his feet, i officiosly dusted off his shoulders and said "thank you, best you call an amulance about that leg of yours" i handed him back his switchblade but kept the gun "and when they pick you up it is better you tell a lie rather than blab about our little chat here, got it" i said, he slowly nodded "good boy" i said cheerfully patting him on the cheek i turned and walked away. i had buisness to attend to.

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